Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

The mysteries met So the chemistry set And I'm not the saddest cheerleader to forget the American word For the gang in the head That dwindles 'til no members won The sky looks threatened heading home in the dust Singing "Life is Forgetting" Good enough

When you see me look, don't touch Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust They gon' love you when you down, not when you up Remember feeling broke as fuck But now I'm pulling up in Rover trucks (I'm pulling up in Rover Trucks now) Now she give

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

Are you leaving with me Are you really leaving with him Are you leaving with him I'm looking for my end, and it's all in While he's just waiting for the night to end I ain't never seen nothing like you But I got it in my mind what I wanna do I've been

If I see a light flashing Could this mean that I'm coming home If I see a man waving Does this mean that I'm not alone Does this mean that I'm not alone, no Can you stay up for the weekend And blame God for looking too old Can we find all that you stand

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

This is the heart break hotel Since you're not around For me to tell ya baby, face to face I'm writing you this letter And this is what I have to say What you do to me You said you'd be here by nine Instead you took your time

Pull me out of the train wreck Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out Unbreak the broken Unburn the ashes Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet Unsay these spoken words Find hope in the hopeless Laying in the silence Waiting for the sirens

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern